Jiang Yuan and the others looked at Li Dong.
"Academician Li, are you sure about this?"
Was he kidding?
Huaxia's fusion project had only made it this far because of Li Dong. He alone deserved eighty percent of the credit.
The others could go over to the United States delegation and put on an act, but could Li Dong himself really keep a straight face?
Li Dong merely shook his head.
"It's fine. I actually am curious how they've kept their laser ignition target gain above five."
Of course Li Dong knew about the classified documents detailing the Prometheus Project's failure.
So he wasn't truly interested in their technology. He could reproduce something like that in minutes.
What puzzled him was why the United States had confidently claimed a few months ago that the project would be operational in three years, only to suddenly disband it.
To put it plainly—he wanted the gossip.
And how would he get it? With the advanced function of Passing the Torch, of course.
Soon, Li Dong reached the United States delegation's seating area.
Several people gathered around Bradshaw saw Li Dong approaching and instinctively made way for him.
Li Dong gave them a slight nod of thanks, then continued toward Bradshaw.
Behind him, representatives from several countries began whispering among themselves.
"Looks like Professor Li Dong thinks highly of the United States' Prometheus Project."
"Then maybe Prometheus isn't just an empty promise after all."
Kulkarni, who had just come over from the India delegation, happened to hear them.
He snorted inwardly.
So what if Li Dong had won the Nobel Prize in Physics? It was for particle physics work on Neutrino Oscillation. What did that have to do with nuclear fusion? Why were they acting as though his approval was such an honor?